Unemployed Hearts

Chapter 8

May 30, 2012

What does it feel like when your dream comes true?
Happy, or

Confused

After a month I was trapped in the same situation. I could feel the same helplessness that I was experiencing a month ago when Brandon was about to jump off that tower. I would never be able to forgive myself if something bad happens to him. That sinking feeling in my heart was reminding how my stupid mistake could ruin my entire life. Imagining my life without Brandon seemed like a nightmare.

David kept checking me while driving. I knew he was concerned about me. But all I could think about was Brandon. I was willing to do whatever it takes to get him back. 'What if something bad had happened to him? What if we are already late? What if I lose him?'

"Don't worry liana. We'll find him." David held my hand and rubbed it a little. "Your hand is so cold." I was taken aback by that gesture. It was a little awkward for me. I pulled back my arm but gave him a small smile. I did not want to seem rude. David lit the heater. "It'll warm you up."

"Thank you." I was glad David agreed to help me at such an hour despite his personal issues with Brandon. "Are you sure we'll find him there?"

"I know that guy better than I know myself." He said with a grin. His grin reminded me of Brandon. It had hardly been sixteen hours since I last saw him, and I was already missing him. 'What's wrong with me?'

David pulled the car on the roadside not very far way from a cliff. Someone was sitting on a bench near the cliff facing the darkness. "See. I told you." He sighed and rested his hands on his thighs. I just couldn't help but admire how nice he was. I really respected him and after he helped me find Brandon his position only elevated in my eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked me. He was giving a cheeky smile, though he is toned. His confusion or you can curiosity was palpable on his face.

"Mr. Crowe, you are the nicest man on this planet." I told him. He beamed wildly at my statement. I began to leave his car. I don't know what came to his mind; suddenly he pulled me back to face him. I turned back to see that smile fading from his face and got replaced by seriousness. He was looking straight into my eyes. It was getting hard for me to maintain the eye contact. For some really weird reason it was making me feel uncomfortable.

"I know this is not the right time for such a thing but I'll...I will lose myself completely if I don't say this right now. Liana, I'm crazy about you. Y-you drive me crrrazy. We don't have to be formal anymore. I would love to know you more." He let out a nervous laugh. "Well, I don't really need to know you. The damage is already done. I just want to spend more and more time with you. I hate it I don't get to see you anymore. I hate it even more that you have to live with that jerk. I-I just want you ." looking at my shocked face, he nervously added. "...to go out on a date with me. Would you?"

Honestly, I am not the best at dealing with such situations. Though it was like a dream come true, I was too stunned to say anything. I could hear my heart banging the walls of my chest to jump right through it. I said a quick "Bye" and struggled to open the door with my trembling hand. I tried to exit the car but the seatbelt pulled me back to the seat.

"Wait, you're still buckled."David leaned over to unlock the belt. I stopped breathing. My mouth went dry. I tried to thank him but the voice that came out was extremely shrieked. Then the top to the car hit my forehead. "You alright?" David asked me with concerned eyes. His confession was making me breathless. It was too much to take in for a girl with absolutely no romantic experience. Except for that stolen first kiss incidence with Jonny McGraw. Well despite knowing the fact he was the biggest jock of our batch I agreed to accompany him to the prom. Why did he even ask me? I was dreaming to have one of those cliché stories experiences where a bad guy fall for a good girl... but I worse than good. I was a clumsy nerd. It was stupid of me to even think about that.